Not fear over his name - he lost that a few weeks ago, laying beside Sorey and knowing he felt safe again, knowing he was home, that things were okay. He's terrified, for a moment, that it's not going to happen and the only thing he'll be able to see is Sorey falling and falling and another friend to add to the list, another friend gone and lost because he wasn't fast enough, quick enough, smart enough. His heart aches, and he lets go of the rock himself.
If he can grab Sorey, he can cushion him. That's what he thinks, that's what he decides; his seraph body is hardier than a fragile human.
But Sorey says his name, and Zaveid, oh -
he's flying.
It feels incredible. It feels as though a missing piece of him has come home, as if he's found his way back to some perfect place that he'd long forgotten, and the emotions well up inside of him and threaten to explode. They spread shared wings and fly away from the danger and, he thinks, almost with too much humour, that there's some symbolism there.
His spirit wraps around Sorey and he clings tight; their armatization is beautiful and Zaveid basks in it, like sunlight on his face after winter. He presses every part of his soul against Sorey's and he feels as though his emotions are singing; he's bubbling with his happiness, the thrill, the joy - and the trust, overflowing, wrapping around the two of them like a blanket, Zaveid's faith in Sorey warmer than anything he's felt before.
It's coming home, and he could shiver and faint with it. ]
Yeah! [ It's a gleeful noise, bursting inside Sorey's mind alongside his laughter. ] We did it!
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Not fear over his name - he lost that a few weeks ago, laying beside Sorey and knowing he felt safe again, knowing he was home, that things were okay. He's terrified, for a moment, that it's not going to happen and the only thing he'll be able to see is Sorey falling and falling and another friend to add to the list, another friend gone and lost because he wasn't fast enough, quick enough, smart enough. His heart aches, and he lets go of the rock himself.
If he can grab Sorey, he can cushion him. That's what he thinks, that's what he decides; his seraph body is hardier than a fragile human.
But Sorey says his name, and Zaveid, oh -
he's flying.
It feels incredible. It feels as though a missing piece of him has come home, as if he's found his way back to some perfect place that he'd long forgotten, and the emotions well up inside of him and threaten to explode. They spread shared wings and fly away from the danger and, he thinks, almost with too much humour, that there's some symbolism there.
His spirit wraps around Sorey and he clings tight; their armatization is beautiful and Zaveid basks in it, like sunlight on his face after winter. He presses every part of his soul against Sorey's and he feels as though his emotions are singing; he's bubbling with his happiness, the thrill, the joy - and the trust, overflowing, wrapping around the two of them like a blanket, Zaveid's faith in Sorey warmer than anything he's felt before.
It's coming home, and he could shiver and faint with it. ]
Yeah! [ It's a gleeful noise, bursting inside Sorey's mind alongside his laughter. ] We did it!